Chapter 117 War (XII) Seeing the burning wall of fire and the enemies fleeing in all directions, Doro suddenly blew out a puff of white smoke from his nostrils, picked up his axe and wanted to rush into the enemy he was stopped by Trump. "It's time to retreat, Commander Doro." Doro turned around in confusion, his red eyes filled with resentment: "Trump, in this situation, you asked me to retreat? Did you accept the gold coins from those humans?" Trump said calmly: "This is the master's order, do you want to disobey it?" Doro spat and said viciously, "Don't be happy too soon, Trump. I will report your inaction in this war to my master truthfully." "Hmph, let's go!" Afterwards, the great hobgoblin leader gathered his troops and prepared to return to the north of the pass. Dolo was not so bloodthirsty that he had completely lost his mind. He knew that Trump must have had his reasons for saying that. Rumple ignored the angry hobgoblin leader and took out a special green-footed dragon snake horn from his dimensional bag, which was engraved with magic runes. He activated it easily.
Then, the majestic voice of the red dragon, recorded with magic, echoed throughout the battlefield like thunder. "The followers of the Burning Nest—" "Follow orders, retreat!" Trump followed closely behind, shouting: "This is the master's order, the will of the great red dragon!" The ogre who smashed the soldiers into a pulp raised his head, the chimera who crushed the soldiers in the crowd turned three heads in confusion, the lizardman who had thrust his spear into the enemy's chest pulled out his bloody bone spear, and the swooping fire-breathing dragon spread its wings and slowly climbed up Although the followers of the Burning Embers did not understand why they had to evacuate, it was clear that the red dragon's orders could not be disobeyed. So even though they were killing to their heart's content, they had no choice but to leave the battlefield reluctantly and followed orders to evacuate the front line. The ogres and hobgoblins ran, the ground dragons moved slowly, the flying dragons and chimeras flew in the air, and they all fled to the dependents' camp north of Trier's Mouth. Soon, all that was left on the ground was blood, the remains of humans and monsters, and the still-burning embers. "Am I dreaming." "They. Left?" "Gods bless you, these monsters retreat!" “I… I actually survived.” "God—" The allied soldiers who had just experienced a brutal battle were stunned for a moment. Most of them were covered in wounds and blood, and were in a daze, mumbling to themselves, as if they were in a dream. This inexplicable "victory" did not make them cheer as they did in the past, but only made them feel a sense of relief for surviving a disaster. The staff officer rode up on horseback and reported breathlessly: "My lord, my lord! All the followers of the Burning Nest have retreated!" Robert wiped the sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief. At least he didn't have to worry about being beaten up. But facing such a situation, he was still somewhat puzzled: "They clearly have an absolute advantage, why are they retreating?" Lord Grey Eagle Schroeder had also withdrawn from the front line. He stood aside and thought for a moment before whispering, "Greedy and stingy monsters like red dragons rarely grant favors. Perhaps the power of these monsters was not given by God. And any power has its price." "In other words, they are probably burning up their own lives."
Robert hesitated for a moment before saying, "So what you mean is..." "The Burning Nest fears a long war?" Schroeder's voice was hoarse: "It's just a reasonable guess." "I can only say that maybe it is like this." Robert walked out of the tent, stared at the back of the flying dragon soaring in the sky, and finally gritted his teeth and made up his mind. "Then chase!" "This is the coalition's last chance to win." "We must never let them recover again!" The loud horn of charge sounded, and under Robert's command, the Allied soldiers continued to chase and occupy their previous positions, but their march was very slow. The soldiers marched listlessly, and even the horses neighed tiredly. "Soldiers, victory is at hand!" "These monsters won't last long!" "You will become heroes who maintain order in the North!" The Overseer shouted excitedly, but the soldiers just watched coldly. "Victory? What a joke." "Has this guy ever seen the fangs of a flying dragon?" "Has he ever been hit by an ogre's club?" Whispers of dissatisfaction rose among the ranks. These soldiers, who had experienced brutal fighting, were already tired of war and wanted to avoid it. They did not desert only for the sake of self-protection. Although the commanding officers repeatedly emphasized to them the need for the monsters to retreat, the soldiers still followed behind slowly, fearing that they would be caught up if they walked too fast. They used this method to passively avoid fighting, and even the governor could not punish them under military law. …… North of the Throat of Trier. Trump stood halfway up the mountain, looking down at the coalition forces slowly catching up in the distance, with a hint of expectant smile on his ugly face. "The guys from the North." "You are finally here to die..." He was surrounded by ogres, hobgoblins, kobolds, lizardmen and other members of the Burning Clan. Even the captured nobles were brought here. They were noisy and noisy, the frenzy brought on by the fighting had not yet completely faded. "I killed twelve humans with a hammer." "Haha, I crushed them alive."
"What a pity! I still want to taste blood again." "Tsk, isn't this it?" As these monsters talked, their greedy eyes couldn't help but glance at the noble captives. Viscount Luton was terrified by the monsters around him. He asked the tiefling nervously, "Sir, why did you bring us here?" "Please keep us safe." Medrash smiled but did not answer. "I was fighting vigorously, why did you retreat?" "Yeah, I only got 600 contributions." "Is this the end of the war?" "Is there a final mission?" "No cutscenes?" The players also followed the mission instructions and came to the camp halfway up the mountain to watch the fun. Seeing the coalition forces approaching in the distance, Trump simply raised his staff. Stonewall All I could hear was the ground rumbling. A thick stone wall slowly rose up, completely blocking the only remaining exit of Trier Throat, and trapping nearly 10,000 remaining soldiers of the coalition forces in the Trier Valley. "This is what the master meant by 'catching a turtle in a jar'." Trump muttered to himself as he looked at the allied forces in an uproar below. (End of this chapter)